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[Divkren]

Dimmer offers no response.

[Rexleith]

If a guard or casual observer went to look in on Kamose. They would have to get rather close to him to understand his mumbling is actually a call for Endre to go away.

Endre, please go away....I can't....I haven't the words....Just be off with you

[Nemesio]

Dimmer offers no response.

The guards leave Dimmer his meal and continue on their way.....After waiting a little while, it sounds to Dimmer as if they are out of earshot again.

[Nemesio]

If a guard or casual observer went to look in on Kamose. They would have to get rather close to him to understand his mumbling is actually a call for Endre to go away.

Endre, please go away....I can't....I haven't the words....Just be off with you

Kamose feels the unnatural chill leave his cell. When he builds up the courage to take a look, he finds that his old comrade has left him as asked.

[Rexleith]

Very quietly he says Thank you.

After some more time passes, Kamose regains his composure and tries to get into a semi-comfortable position. He then tries to get a look at some of his fellow captives. He had heard a conversation but didn't understand a word of it.

[Divkren]

Hoping their understanding of Falkovnian is limited, Dimmer continues after devouring his meal:

Many thanks, Hanz. I have nothing to fight with, but I know how to get to, how do you say, "waste tunnel" from here. Also, I can open simple locks. Not much, I know, but I think we do not have long. Guards can be goaded. They may know enough Mordentish to hear an insult, or we teach you some Darkon curses. We are elves. We never forget our debts... Too much of this language may make them wary.

He switches to a low dialect of Mordent, a roguish cant common among migrants in the slums of Il Aluk.

Oo else is 'ere, 'waitin the rope? I'm Dim, an ugly shit of an elf. Killed a man, to'al accident.

During the chatter, Dim scans his cell for anything useful, an old pin or nail that might make a decent jimmy, a loose stone or extra length of chain that could be a makeshift weapon. Maybe his plate could be fashioned into a tool or shiv?

[steveflam]

Hanz speaks in Elvish in low tones "I am a friend of elves. I haff worked viss elvish refugees viss Eleina Mithereial in Darkon, protectink dem as a caravan guard unt more."

[Rexleith]

Speaking Drakonese quietly Kamose says: I know only this language and Akiri, friend. As for my crime, I'm here for ...... murder.

[Nemesio]

Hanz reads it. At the comment about necorpheliacy, he grimaces. It is well documented the King Fuhrer's failed attempts at entering Darkon because of the undead.

Hanz answers in Falkovnian. "Guards told us to shut up. I want to live. You should feel the same."

HANZ'S NOTE:

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My good friend Hanz, It is I, Eleina. I pray that this note has made it to you, and that you are as well as can be. I must say much in few words, so forgive me if my message seems cryptic. Dark forces have taken an interest in your fate. You would be wise to play along. My dear Hanz please know I did all in my power to help you and the others. I have learned that Mirelith and a few of the refugees did indeed escape capture, thanks too you. Proceed with caution Hanz and trust no one. I do hope we will meet yet again.

Sincerely your friend and continuing benefactor, Eleina Mithereial

P.S. Destroy this letter for your sake and mine.

[steveflam]

Hanz reads the note three times before tearing it up and eating it along with his meal. He does not drink the wine as his body is a temple.

[Nemesio]

Grim quietly eats his meal waiting for the day he will at last taste The Brew again even if it does mean it may be his last. Also he saves a few crumbs for his friend Sir Squeaks... Some company would sure be nice right about now....

Grimquest snorts himself awake, having dosed for a second. His head still thunders and his body is still wracked by intermittent tremors. By his feet he spies Sir Squeaks eating the moldy crumbs of bread and maggots that he had left him. The rat doesn't seem to have noticed that Grim has opened his eyes and is watching.

[Divkren]

Hanz speaks in Elvish in low tones "I am a friend of elves. I haff worked viss elvish refugees viss Eleina Mithereial in Darkon, protectink dem as a caravan guard unt more."

Slipping into elvish, he slows his lilt to the comfortable gait of a teacher speaking to a student, gently encouraging, correcting and over-pronouncing:
I know of her, friends of the elves. Though a lowly one such as I has not chanced to meet her.

It's the most he's spoken to humans in a long time and his confidence is wearing thin. He's never made a human friend that he can remember, and few enough elves. Gruel turns in his stomach and he blurts out in Falkovnian:

There is a jest Elves say to Falkovnians: Lle lammen ier vee'iant vee'lle lereth. We say it because it is hard to translate. It means 'your accent is as stale as your bread'. Have you heard this?

Suddenly sweating, he laughs uncomfortably.

[Zilfer]

Felix smirks, before thinking. 'Well at least someone likes elves...' to himself. He decides to stop what he's doing for now and speak up. "I can possibly grab the keys of a guard while they are distracted as well. Hopefully the key's aren't heavier than five pounds," says Felix at the edge of his cell speaking in elvish. "Glad to know at least someone out there is friends of elves, but I've never heard of Sithicus."

[Nemesio]

To All:

You all hear quite a bit of commotion going on outside your cells. Suddenly, an unfamiliar man's voice can be heard talking to the guards. Something in the manner of this man's speech makes you hang on to his every word and wish to hear more.

The guards and the man converse in Darkonian, and you all hear your names being mentioned briefly. It sounds as if they are discussing your release from this hell hole!

Suddenly two guards enter your cramped cell holding a black hood and a set of manacles more suited for transporting a prisoner than fastening them to a wall. The guards say: "We need to take you out of here. Don't make this harder than it outta be."

The strange man tries to reassure you from behind the guards. Although you still cannot see him, you clearly hear him say to you in his compelling voice: "Everything is going to be just fine as long as you follow my lead. You are going to have to trust me if you want to remain alive."

[Divkren]

Nausea swelling, Dimmer holds his manacled hands aloft and mutters "Peace," in Darkonese hoping the other prisoners discern his intent. If they were all headed for the gallows, it wouldn't be this this honey-tongued fop taking them. Cold gruel returning as lukewarm vomit, the elf swallows, thinking sickness could make for a convenient distraction if things go array.